His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 16

I had thought of running my hands through Gabriel’a chest so many times, that when I was actually doing it, it seemed unreal. His abs were more perfect than even my imagination, and they were all I could focus on while he kissed me, making him smirk when he pulled away.

“You like my body. Freckles?”

My checks flushed making him laugh as he raised my tank top over my head, removing it completely.

His

cyes darkened. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“No girl wears a bra when she sleeps,” I feebly mumble, but I had a feeling he didn’t listen any way with the way he was staring at my boobs so intensely.

“F*ck, you’re pretty.” He murmured before coming closer and kissing me again, a more feathery kiss, pulling back.

“Touch me, Gabriel. It was almost embarrassing to ask, and he still didn’t comply.

“I want to do way more than touch you, Freckles.” He said between kisses, his kisses trailing downwards from my lips to my neck as I tilted my head upwards to position better for him, and his free hand grabbed my left boob till he trailed kisses all the way down, taking my right boob into his mouth.

“F*ck” I groaned when he sucked my nipple, while his hand squeezed my other boob, his fingers pinching and flicking my nipple.

He left my boob only to come back up to kiss me, leaving me wanting more when his hands trailed downwards, entering my pyjamas to squeeze my a*s without removing them.

I didn’t remember what underwear I was wearing, but he didn’t even bother removing the pyjamas. He slipped his hand inside both of them to squeeze my *ss, one of his fingers slipping ahead.

‘Oh, you’re so wet.”

head backwards, eyes shutting when the slight tip of his index finger brushed against my

“Why are you wet,

freckles?”

finger entered me without a warning, the sudden jolt of pleasure

demanded, forcing me to open my eyes and look into his,

“For… For you.”

“Say it again. Louder.”

between pants, trying to keep my breath

smirked, “You want

nodded hastily, wanting to push myself down to feel his finger upwards. I didn’t have to, because he dug his

F*ck. God. Please don’t

“Not

Me. Take my

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could think of was his

He didn’t stop.

time I moaned his name, he moved his finger faster, eventually putting a second one inside. His free hand played with my boobs and his lips alternated between kissing my lips and leaving. trail kisses and bite marks around my neck, his hand leaving my boobs only to hold my waist when my legs started shaking to the point where I couldn’t even stand anymore. I was shaking and trembling in pleasure

speak, I was so

and I nodded while grunting,

“You can come, freckles.